I'm a patient man, not one who requires instant gratification. Unlike so many of my peers, I'm willing to wait for my pleasures, to savor the anticipation of enjoyment rather than rushing headlong into the surf. So after very carefully tying Ashley's hands together and fastening them to the headboard and then each of her ankles to a bedpost, I left her, still sleeping, and went into the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee and retrieve my bagel from the toaster.
The jewish people have contributed so much to our civilization: The Ten Commandments, Hollywood, the Atomic Bomb. No one could argue otherwise. But all of these pale in comparison to perhaps the greatest culinary achievement known to man: Bagels, Lox and cream cheese. And as I layered the succulent pink flesh of the Salmon onto the pure white coating of Philly's best, I was certain we owed a debt that could never be repaid.
I placed my breakfast on a tray and returned to her room to await my wife's awakening. I sat in her ridiculous Chippendale settee and watched. It didn't take long. As she tried to turn over, her peaceful sleeping face took on a look of puzzlement, then concern and finally panic. Her eyes flew open as she thrashed about, vainly tugging on her restraints
"What the FUCK! JOE!" she screamed. It took her several moments to realize I was right there in the room with her.
"Good morning, sunshine." I said, munching contentedly.
"God damn it Joe, what the fuck is this?"
"Oh my," I said, "Such language. And first thing in the morning too. Do you kiss your boyfriend with that mouth?"
This froze her for just a second. Then, "Untie me you crazy bastard and I won't call the cops."
I stroked my chin and pretended to consider her offer. "Hmmmm, I don't see a deal here. I mean if I let you go you SAY you won't call the cops but if I leave you tied up you CAN'T call the cops, right?" I said.
"Listen you son of a bitch, untie me right fucking now. Do you hear me? Right FUCKING NOW!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. We really must do something about that mouth of yours. How am I supposed to enjoy my breakfast with you making all this noise?"
I got up and rummaged through the bag I'd purchased the day before from the Adam and Eve shop. It was where I'd gotten the restraints.
"Hmmm, let's see where is it? Ah, here we go." I pulled out the ball gag and untangled the straps as I leaned over her.
"Now hold still." I said.
"Get away from me you sick motherfucker!" She said and spit at me. I slapped her face. Her eyes went wide, but she stopped moving
"I said HOLD STILL!"
I fastened the gag around her head and moved the ball into her mouth before tightening the straps
"There," I said, "that ought to do it." And I went back to my chair and took another bite of my bagel.
"This Lox is fantastic," I said, "I think I'm going to miss Murray's Deli most of all." She looked puzzled.
I finished the bagel and drained my coffee cup. I wiped my mouth and rubbed my hands together.
"Now, let's get down to business, shall we." I went to the bed and slowly removed the covers exposing her a little at a time in order to increase her uneasiness. When finally her bare feet came into view I dropped the covers on the floor and went to her desk where I took out a pair of scissors.
Ashley became extremely agitated as I approached the bed with scissors in hand and began a renewed thrashing about. While I couldn't understand her words I knew what she was saying.
"Yes, sweetheart, I know. This is a lovely $700 lavender peignoir from Neiman Marcus." I said as I cut the left shoulder strap. "I know because I paid for it. Now hold still so I don't cut you." I cut the right. She was screaming against her gag opening her mouth wider than the ball and making the most obnoxious noise.
"Hmm, they assured me at the shop that this was the best ball gag they had and promised it would do the trick." I said showing mock disappointment. "I'll need something else." I went to her desk and found the scotch tape dispenser and returned to the bed I removed the ball gag.
"God damn it, Joe, what the hell's wrong with..."
"Shut up!" I said and raised my hand as if I were going to slap her again.
"Close your mouth," I said. She did as she was told. I tore off a strip of tape and pasted it diagonally across her mouth. I fastened a second strip making an X across her full beautiful lips.
At this point I could have merely unbuttoned the nightie but her fear of the scissors was adding a new dimension to her torment and I was beginning to warm to my role as tormentor. I placed the cold steel of one scissor blade against her chest and maintaining contact with her skin as I went, I slowly snipped the material all the way from neckline to hem. I spread the two halves and pulled the entire peignoir from beneath her and threw it on the floor. Then I went to the panties. I slowly pulled the material away from her hip and sliced it. I did the same on the other side and gently lifted the now free front flap to expose her completely. I was surprised to see her pussy was bare; it had been a very long time since I'd seen it.
"Ashley, my love, you've been sheared. Is that the way Eduardo likes it?" I put a special sarcastic emphasis on her lover's name relishing what I knew about her Guatemalan stud that she didn't. As I said, I'm a patient man.
I stood back a bit to take in my wife's still beautiful form. Partially the result of excellent genes and partly the result of excellent plastic surgeons, Ashley was a vision. No one could have halted the effects of twenty years of aging but she'd come damn close. Her breasts were round, full and firm and had very little sag. The areolas were dark pink and puckered and the dark nipples, I noticed, were hard. Her belly had a voluptuous feminine roundness as did her hips. Her thighs were still muscular and her shapely legs ended in tiny perfect feet. The plump outer lips of her naked pussy and the deep cleft between nearly took my breath away.
I had never been a devotee of that subset of the pornography pantheon known as BDSM. Nothing against it, assuming mutual consent, or against those who practice it, it's just not my particular kink. Seeing a woman tied and helpless has never blown my skirt in the air, but having my beautiful emasculating bitch of a wife helpless and spread open before me...well, I could become a fan.
This was no skinny teenager; this was a woman in her prime with a visceral sexuality that could peel paint. I felt that nearly forgotten hard knot in the pit of my stomach I always got whenever I looked at her. She still had a power over me that I was going to have to fight against if I was to finish what I'd started.
I took a deep breath. Sitting on the bed I let my hand trail over her smooth skin.
"You know I actually blame myself." I said as my fingers lightly stroked her thigh. "I loved you so much and gave in to you so easily." My fingers were toying with the labia majora. (I liked those words; as if giving her pussy a Latin name could make it less sexual.)
"You were always hungry for things, expensive things. And I wanted so much to give them to you. But it didn't matter how much I gave you, you always wanted more. I thought I could win back your love. But it was just the opposite wasn't it; the more I gave in to you, the more "stuff" I bought you, the less you appreciated it. And the less you respected me."
Ashley tilted her hips as I slipped the knuckle of my finger into her vaginal cleft. It was damp.
"Darling, you're nether region is all dewy," I laughed. "Does this excite you?" I slid my finger up and down the slippery channel as Ashley began to squirm.
"I worked hard to give you whatever you wanted but it was never enough, was it?. And you perceived my catering to you as weakness and began to resent me for it. You started to ration sex to get what you wanted from me, teasing me by flaunting your body and then finally, denying me altogether. A shrink might say that I sublimated my frustration by pouring all my energies into my business."
I slipped my finger into her and felt her pussy clench.
"And I did alright, didn't I? There'll be a press conference this afternoon but, well, let me be the first to tell you, Seymour Systems is being bought out by for a little over eight hundred million dollars and other considerations. I'm signing the papers as soon as I leave here."
I slid a second finger inside her and pushed in deep tapping her cervix. Her eyes went wide and she grunted.
"Don't worry, the lawyers have drawn up the paperwork and you get half of everything, I do want to be fair; after all, if you hadn't kept this from me," - I wiggled my fingers inside her -"I would probably never have been so driven. You'll find the papers on the dining table; they just need your signature. You get the house, and the little "shack" in Aruba. I'm giving you the Benz and the Beamer and the Escalade. I'm keeping the cabin in Montana and the Mustang." It was a '65 that I'd taken from a rusted hulk to near mint condition - more sublimating I suppose.
My two fingers inside her were pressing and stroking her G spot and my thumb was rubbing her clit and I could feel her cunt opening for me. I loved the smooth feel of her mound, and the dampness that coated my fingers as I explored the warm wet folds inside her. My cock was leaking and throbbing with lust. Maintaining control was going to be a bit more difficult than I had anticipated.
"Don't look so shocked, Ashley, you must have known this day was coming." I removed my fingers from inside her and, using her juice as lubrication, began a slow gentle stroking of the tips of her hard little nipples. When we were dating, and in the first months of marriage, when her body was still available to me, I could sometimes make her come simply by stimulating her breasts and nipples which were extremely sensitive. I began rubbing her areolas in a circular motion and up and down the perky buds. She may have had murder in her eyes but there was lust in her hips which were rolling side to side as I pinched and stroked.
I removed my robe and, naked, straddled her, placing my cock between her breasts. I rubbed and squeezed the generous mounds of flesh before pressing them together around the hard shaft and, rocking my hips, began to fuck her tits. I was leaking precum like faulty plumbing and the lubrication it provided plus the look of her tits squeezed together took me close to the edge and I nearly lost control.
